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Teacher's Pet (London & Celebstars)

London

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Dec 29, 2010
James Clark slowly waled around the classroom, his eyes scanning the students as they took their weekly test. The history instructor was one of the most liked teachers of the high school. If the students studied and gave it their best, he always graded on a curve. But heaven forbid they were slack... He would nail their butts down.

As he looked from one student to the next, his eyes scanned across the room again, falling on his favorite student. Watching her he hid his sigh. He had noticed her the first day of class. Only two months into the school year he had grown to know Emma, talking to her and learning about her. having taken the time to look at her school record, he had learned she was one of the top of her class, but she did have some problems at home.

"!4 more minutes," he said moving to the front of the class, "If you are done then bring your test up and you can go to lunch." That was one of the things he did like about this class. being the last class before lunch he sometimes let them go early. He knew that students didn't get long to eat so didn't mind letting them go early on test days. Leaning against the desk, he let his eyes rest on Emma once more before having to look up to deal with the first student that were finished.
 
Her mother was no where to be seen and that meant it was only Emma and her father. This situation occurred a month ago, the wife sick of her husband's jobless drunk ass choosing to leave him and her daughter behind, figuring she could take care of him. That wasn't true, the house was becoming a mess, she had to wash her own clothes, do herself an her father dinner and try to pay bills with no money.

As the teacher told the class there were only four minutes left, Emma started to panic, she was only three quarters through and still had over ten questions left. When that time was up, classmates walked past her down each isle handing paper after paper in, a pile forming on the corner of the teacher's desk.

Soon enough she was alone, the last student in the classroom with Mr Clark. Even though she didn't want to look up at him, she knew he was probably about to tell her that her time was over. Looking up with her gorgeous blue eyes, the girl looked worried. "Please, can I finish my test? I just didn't have time to study. Please Mr Clark?"

Emma had no idea the fixation the teacher had with her, or the ribbon collection he had. Sometimes it would come loose in her hair and fall out on to the floor, little did she know they were picked up by him and stored somewhere safe.

Doing her test ten minutes in to her lunch, the student finally stood up in her blue dress and cardigan, walking over to him and handing the paper on top of all the others.

"Thanks, you really are the best teacher here" she said standing over him in front of his desk.
 
Watching as the students placed their test on his desk he didn't miss that Emma hadn't moved. As the last student left for lunch, he moved closer to her and listened to her request for more time. "Of course. Emma you are one of my best students. If you weren't I wouldn't give you any more time," he smiled before returning to his desk. Sitting down he pulled the first test in front of him and started to grade it.

Looking up as she turned her test in, "You are very welcome Emma." Taking her test, he sit it in front of himself, ready to mark it with a hundred, reguardless if she got the grade or not. "Emma, is everything ok?"He knew about her mother leaving, she had missed a few days of school because of it. "How are you doing?"

The truth was he was worried about her, but only because he liked seeing her in the class. "You know if you need anything... To talk or anything else all you have to do is ask. I don't want to see your grades drop because of some trouble that you might be having at home."
 
"I am OK I guess, I worry about my dad a lot, wonder where my mom is. But I just want to focus on school as much as I can" her arms were wrapped tightly against books pressed against her chest. Nodding her head, she liked that she had him to talk to, it wasn't as though she could go tell her friends about her personal life. Mr Clark was a teacher and Emma trusted him knowing parts of it.

"I know, it has been nice talking to you, I find it embarrassing about what has happened, I'm upset. I sometimes think I must be a bad daughter for her to leave." To the left, the door was open, students were coming and going, passing the classroom as they were starting their lunch.

"Um..I do need to get going though, I haven't any money and need the free school meals before they run out."
 
"You should focus on your school work. You can't solve your parents problems," he said, "It's not you're problem to solve and it's not fair for your parents to put that on you." Watching her hold her books, Clark couldn't help but wish they were his hands, holding her naked breast... he had to make himself stop thinking about her body for the moment.

"I'm glad I can be here for you. " Hearing her blame herself, "Now stop that. This isn't your fault and I don't want to hear you say that. Your parents have only themselves to blame for what has happened in your life." Turning to look at the students as they walk by, he knew she would need to eat before her next class.

"Emma, wait," he said standing up. Pulling his wallet out, he held out a twenty, "Take this. And before you say no, you can come in early tomorrow and work it off. If you would be willing to work, I have a few other little jobs I can pay you for."
 
When he started to open his wallet, Emma shook her head. "No..no..I didn't mean I want any money from you." Putting her hand up, her palm facing him, she really felt awkward. "No please" but the money landed in her hand. "Come in early?" Thinking about it, it would be nice to leave the house before her dad was awake, meaning everything would be stress free.

"OK, I will be here before school starts. I didn't even know it was open then." She smiled innocently, turning on her feet and then leaving the classroom. Emma didn't bother to ask what the jobs were, it wasn't important, but now, she could at least go out of school grounds for lunch with her friends and buy something to eat.

For the rest of the day, Emma focused on her classes, she did well on another exam and took notes in another. By the end of the day, she was walking out of school with her friends and a boy she had been dating, although it was nothing serious and they had only had one date so far.
 
He didn't take no for an answer. Giving her the money, he didn't want to think about her having such a hard time. He would have to come up for something for her to do to allow her to work off the twenty dollars, but that would be easy enough to do.

The school opens early for the teachers, but you should be able to get in a little early. Just come by and I'll have you help sorting through some things for the class. If you want it to become a job, I could use your help with a few projects," he said still imagining his hands holding her breast just like the books she was carrying. "Things like making copies and sorting through papers would help me out a lot."

Sam walked beside Emma as they walked out of the school. It had taken him weeks to work up the nerve to ask her out and after one date he was excited to see where things could lead. "Want to see a movie this weekend," he asked Emma as they walked, her friends giggling at the question. It would be their second date and Sam was hoping that they would have a good time.
 
When Sam asked her out, she laughed with her friends, but not making fun of him. "Sure" she replied, to which her friends stopped laughing but instead started singing. "Emma and Sam, sitting in a tree..." Ignoring them, Emma left the group to make her way home. She was dreading what it was going to be like, her father was probably passed out from his drinking, even though it was late afternoon.

To no surprise, he was laying back on his arm chair, mouth wide open, drooling saliva which no doubt had beer in. Leaving him in the living room, Emma stayed in her room the entire night studying.

Emma left the house earlier the next day, making her way to school, the streets were pretty much empty, she was used to seeing other school kids or people heading to work.

Appearing at the school gates, they were locked, chain and padlock securing the premises. Looking around, she walked around the corner, then saw the teacher's area where they parked their cars. "Mr Clarke?" Emma cried out.
 
Mr. Clark was just getting out of his car when he heard Emma call out. Looking around he smiled as he waved her over, "I wasn't expecting you to this early. But I'm glad you did." Motioning for her to follow him, "I'm going to have you make some copies and collate them. It'll help me out a lot." Opening the the door, "I need to check in," he said pulling his room keys out. Handing her the keys, "Go ahead and head to the classroom and I'll be there shortly."

Walking into the classroom a short time later, "I had a thought last night," he said pulling out the papers for her to copy, "How would you like to do a little work for me? I'll pay you... Under the table obviously..." Leaning against his desk, he couldn't help but picture her naked, his eyes taking in her tight little body, "I have some things I need done not only here but at my home too. If you want the job it's yours. But I will have to ask you not to say anything the other students or teachers. I don't want them thinking I'm playing favorites or anything like that."
 
Emma wasn't carrying any books today by her chest, but had on a backpack. Her hair was down, no longer in a ponytail like yesterday and instead of a dress, she wore a denim skirt above the knee and a yellow sweater with a white shirt collar poking out by the neck. Taking the keys he offered her, Emma strolled past the empty corridors which were pretty creepy when no one else was around.

Not knowing what to do in the classroom until he arrived, Emma took a seat in her usual spot and waited for him to enter. Once he did, she heard him talk of a proposal. Seeing the papers she was to copy they landed on her desk. "More work? What kind of work?"

"Wait at your home? Isn't that..." she was cut off by him, telling her not to tell the other students or teachers. "Allowed?" She smiled finishing her sentence.

"I don't know, I don't want to get in to trouble" she looked down at the floor, her nature was so innocent and pure, she really didn't want to cause any hassle. What type of work is it?"
 
Seeing the way she was dressed, he couldn't help but think about what her sweater would look like without the undershirt or her bra. Thinking about the way her nipples might push her sweater out drew a smile to his face. Wishing he could see under her skirt, he once again wondered if she wore panties. It wasn't the first time he had thought about her going pantiless, it was one of his favorite things to think about.

"Just some little school things. I could use help[ grading some of the other classes papers. But only after your class takes the test themselves. I would let you use the answer key so it would be easy to grade, at least until you got to the essays," he said as he unpacked his breifcase. "That and making copies, helping me set up some displays. That kind of thing."

"You wouldn't get into trouble. I just don't want anyone thinking I'm playing favorites," he said hoping to ease her concerns. "I have some yard work and other things that I could use help with. I would be willing to pay you $40 every time you came over. You could even use my office at home to study if it helped," he said having read some of the reports from the school counselor.
 
Standing up as he spoke, Emma walked over to the corner of the classroom, there was a copier machine there along with a printer, all wired up to his computer. Taking the first sheet she was meant to copy, she placed it in and waited for her teacher to say how many copies he needed.

The blonde was interested in working, at forty dollars a time it would help her out a lot, but what got her real attention was being able to study in his office. She would be left alone, have the peace and quiet that she didn't at her own home. Not with her father there. "OK, sure, I will go to your place to, I won't tell anyone either, not even friends" Emma smiled, turning back around after he said how many copies.

Selecting 35 copies, she pressed start and waited for the machine.
 
Watching her as she walked to the copier, he couldn't help but watch the way her hips swayed, the way her ass rocked under her skirt and the way her legs looked as the muscles moved. Sighing he quickly turned to look at the board, "I'll need 5 sets of 35 each." Writing the days notes on the board, he would give her time to make her own copy if she wanted them.

Smiling with an inner happiness, he was thrilled that she had agreed to come to his house. Living on the outskirts of town, he had several acres of land. His dog loved the running the land. "I'll give you my address and you can come over this weekend to get started. Oh and by the way... How are you with dogs? I have one but he's just a big baby. he'll probably try to lick you to death, but he's playful."
 
Making the copies he asked for, she got set for work, putting in each single sheet he needed copying, it was a long process, no wonder he needed help she thought. "Dogs? I love animals, I had a rabbit growing up" Emma smiled, feeling daft and really girly for saying that. She then realized she hadn't felt that good in a while, not since she last went on a date. Then she remembered she was meant to be going to see a film with Sam.

"Oh..Sir? I forgot, I am meant to be meeting Sam this weekend, it will be our second date. We like each other. What about the weekend after?" Turning back around to face the copy machine, she dropped a piece of paper so bent over to pick it up, her skirt growing tighter against her ass.

"Is it urgent the work you need doing at home?" Emma said, wondering if he wanted her to cancel her plans with Sam.
 
Smiling, "I think most parents get their children rabbits when they don't want a dog or cat. When I was young I had all kinds of pets. i grew up on a farm. We had horses, dogs, cats, and I even had a ferret. I grew up with animals," he said with a chuckle. Looking up at her, he watched her ass as she stacked the papers. Wishing he could just walk over and bend her over, he reached under his desk to rub his erection a little.

James' head snapped up when he heard she had a date. Wondering who it was trying to steal his Emma away from him. As much as he wanted to believe she wasn't dating, he knew someone as beautiful as she was had to have some dumb boy might have touched her already."Oh that's alright. It can wait. Maybe if you get time Saturday or Sunday you can come over and I can show you what I need."

"This is your second date," he said relieved that it wasn't anything serious yet. he couldn't help but wonder what he would be able to do once she was coming over to his house. "You must be excited," he smiled as he finished grading another paper. Seeing her own paper was the next one, he couldn't help but wonder if he failed her if she would do anything to pass. Shaking the thought out of his head, he had a feeling he would get farther by getting her to his place.
 
"Oh wow, all them animals, your place growing up must of been amazing!" The machine beeped when the first set of copies were done. Now doing another paper she set it to the number he needed and pressed the green button.

"I will cancel my date I think, you are helping me out a lot, I do need the cash and there is plenty of other times I can date, I am still young. Sweet seventeen" Emma smiled, her blonde hair seeming to wave at him as she turned quickly back around to catch the copies in the tray that were fast filling up.

"I am excited about it, but as I said it can wait, isn't a big deal really, isn't anything serious."
 
"It was great. I miss having all of those animals. I thought about getting a horse and starting to ride again," he said pleased with her reaction. "Have you ever ridden a horse?"

He couldn't believe his luck. When she said she would cancel her date, he didn't want to tell her she didn't have to. The truth was he wanted her to. "Thank you. I'm sure your date will understand. You really are helping me out too." Smiling when she said she was still young, he couldn't help but think of her standing naked, her young body on display for him. Watching as her hair moved with her, he wanted nothing more then to wrap his arms around her and smell her hair.

"I'm glad you are doing this. As long as your date isn't anything serious..." he said writing his address down. Moving up behind her, he looked at her ass before stepping beside of her. "Here's my address. I'm on the edge of town, but there is a bus stop just down the road from my driveway. After your done I'll drive you home when you're ready to leave..."
 
"No, I have never seen a horse before, only on TV" Emma stated, the copier machine beeping and making enough noise as the sheets of paper were flying out in to the tray at the bottom.

"I want to help, it is no trouble, like I said, it is nothing serious" regarding the date. It wasn't and she was sure the guy would understand when she told him. If he liked her enough he would respect her decision and be willing to set another time and place.

Taking his address as he stood by her, the schoolgirl put it in her pocket. "So Saturday, I come over, got it. Any time?"

Students were gathering outside of the school gates, classes were soon going to begin.
 
"I'll have to teach you to ride. It's a lot of fun and very relaxing," he said watching her as she moved to collect the papers. "If I go to buy one I'll take you with me. We could find you a gentle mare," he smiled.

"Ok. I just didn't want to interrupt young love," he chuckled. Relieved that she was going to cancel her date, "How long have you been dating this boy," he asked curious. "I need to make sure my best student isn't forgetting to study."

"You can come over anytime. If I'm not in the house just come out to the barn," he said already planning a little surprise for her. Although he was in good shape, he couldn't walk around without a shirt on, but at home...

Looking at the clock, "School is starting. Just put those on the desk and you can go to your first class." Moving around the desk, he pulled his wallet out before pulling $40 dollars. Handing it to her, "Thank you Emma..." he said before turning to place copies of the papers on the desks. Before she could leave, he turned to smile at her tight ass, "See you later Emma... Have a good day."
 
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